1 Blest! who with gen'rous Pity glows;
Who learns to feel another's Woes;
Bows to the Poor-Man's Wants his Ear,
And wipes the helpless Orphan's Tears;
In ev'ry Want, in ev'ry Woe,
Himself thy Pity, Lord, shall know!

2 Thy Love his Life shall guard; thy Hand
Give to his Lot the chosen Land;
When languid with Disease and Pain,
Thou, Lord, his Spirit wilt sustain,
Prop with thine Arm is sinking Head,
And guard with tend'rest Care his Bed.

3 O let me, Lord, thy Mercy know—
With lowliest Mind to Thee I bow—
And I (for Thou thine Aid shalt yield)
In Innocence of Heart upheld,
Thy Courts shall ever tread, and there
The Fullness of thy Presence share.